Six months is a long time in the life of a serial killer with active cravings. Jimmie Putnam has made a lot of changes. Now, with his own ice cream shop, hiding bodies is easier than ever before. With sixteen kills under his belt, Jimmie is cocky. And the cravings are only getting worse: Have you ever just been in the mood for ice cream? You can't really say why that craving comes on. But you can't sleep, even at 2 a.m. until you get it. So you put your sneakers on . . . Killing's like that, for me. Today, I'm in the mood for black raspberry. Come, take a tour, of Jimmie's Ice Cream shop... Twenty years is a long time to wait for justice. And when you’re so close that you can taste it, you want to serve yourself. Special Agent Florel Ross has made a vow. She has one year, or until Jimmie Putnam is about to kill again before she will confront him—or report him—herself. Now, with his own ice cream shop, watching him will be easier than ever before. With nothing to lose and obsession steering her, Florel is fearless. She takes the sort of risks her twin sister would be proud of. And the danger is only getting worse. Have you ever been in the mood for revenge? You can't really say why that hunger comes on. But you can't sleep, even at 2 a.m. until you get it. So you put your holster on . . . Come, take a tour, of Jimmie’s Ice Cream Shop: It’s due for inspection…